playing catch up on the summer

Well I'll be darned if it hasn't been all summer and I haven't written a smidge. This is odd, as you would think that, while I was sitting around being uncomfy post-tonsilectomy, I would kill some time by writing. But I didn't, because I am lame.

The tonsilectomy wasn't so bad, really. I hardly ate anything for two weeks, and I couldn't talk very well, but it wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as previous victims had lead me to believe. Perhaps this was the result of the liquid codeine, or perhaps I am just a more adaptable person, who knows. In either case, it was nice to find that the experience wasn't as horrible as I was anticipating. There's not a whole lot else to say about it, really. It took up a good chunk of my summer in which I could have been doing interesting things, or making money, but I guess it's good that I did it. Health is a good thing.

Before the tonsilectomy was actually the best part of my summer: I went to Chicago, and then the day after I got back to LA I drove up north to Sacramento/Auburn to AC for a movie my friend Richard was shooting. My trip to Chicago was so lovely! Mind you, I didn't get to see EVERYONE I wanted to, but there was a whole happy gaggle of people I did see, and it was grand. I stayed with Jack, in the room vacated by Annie, who was back home in Maryland for the week. I almost completely missed her, but we were able to hang out the day I left for awhile, and to have lunch with Jackie Doherty at Potbelly's! Ah, Potbelly's. The taste of Chicago. Anyway, I got to see Jack and Tim, obviously, and Kevin, and Kat and Mike DePilla and Mike Sippel and even Pat King, who is impossible to pin down. Kevin and I went to the Andersonville Street Fair and to Ann Sather's, which is also quintessentially Chicago (and quintessentially Swedish, which I like), and had a drink one night with Erik Neinstedt of all people, who just happened to be in town on business. Jack and Kat and I went and had Indian food on Devon Street. I hung out with Brian Perkinson in his "office" at the cage for awhile and heard all the production horror stories of the past year. I also ran into Jamie Madison and Paul Kruse (separately), both at random times. I meant to see more of Jamie but it was not to be, just like seeing Sarah Graber was not to be. Boo.


(Pat and Tim)

I spent some quality time on the Northwestern campus, which always makes me happy because it doesn't change much (although that building next to Tech is done now, and looks weird). The lakefill always makes me so happy, with its painted rocks and pristine trees, the site of picnics and Dillo Days and countless midnight walk-n-talks with Kevin. All over Evanston little things have changed here and there, but it's essentially the same. It certainly has the same atmosphere, thank goodness.


(Chicago from the Lakefill)


(painted Lakefill rocks)

And of course I went up to Ryan Field and spent a few hours with Natalie and Alec and Jill, who are doing really well. They got a new dog, Lily, who is a tiny little dachshund and rather afraid of things, which is quite a contrast to Chloe, a big, galumphing Airdale whom they had to give away because she started attacking other dogs. We all played cards for awhile, then got ice cream at Homer's, and then Jill left to do something and the kids and I went to dinner at a Japanese place in the neighborhood. Natalie is going into 6th grade, if you can believe it, and Alec is going into 3rd... this makes me feel very old, given that Nat was 5 and Alec was two when I met them. Age! Bah.


(Natalie and Alec on the bench in their dad's memorial in the park next to their house)

The movie I worked on with Richard was completely insane. I could go on and on and on about what, specifically, was insane about it, but let's just say that the production department had no idea what it was doing. We were in the hot sun in Auburn for 6 days, and they didn't really care about when we had meals, or whether we had enough to eat, or whether they'd scheduled enough time at a location to feasibly shoot a scene, etc. etc. etc. into infinity. I don't want to say too much bad about it or name names, as this is ye olde interweb, but let's just say that every single one of us deserved to be paid for putting up with their bullshit, and none of us were. Plus, Richard and I were staying with the director and producer and their wives, which made everything just that much more awkward. The good parts were that a) I learned how to load 35mm film, which is actually a marketable skill, and b) the 1st AC, a guy from Sacramento, was really cool, and now me and Richard are friends with him. Of course he moved to New York when the shoot was over, but still, it was nice to meet someone normal in the film industry.


(Dragos (the director/AFI producer), Richard and me with the 35mm BL3)


The rest of the summer has been spent working at Pacific Primary, which is good because I definitely need the money. I've been in all the classrooms for at least a day, and so I feel like I've gotten to know the new kids pretty well, and the old kids remembered me pretty quickly, and in some cases, immediately. It's always a little sad when they don't remember you instantly, but I suppose that in the grand scheme of their lives, I've been gone a really long time. So I've spent a lot of time in the last three weeks doing things like making Play-Doh, playing Tiger Stripes (this great game in which the kids run around the yard incessantly and you give them a marker-stripe on their arm for each lap they do, tires them out to no end), problem solving, rounding up kids for Sand Toy Cleanup (easily the worst part of the day), making snack, singing songs, reading stories... the list goes on and on. I went on a field trip to Rodeo Beach in the Headlands last week with the Rainbow Dolphins and Coyotes, and it brought back lots of memories of that field trip when I was a Summer Assistant. It was never my favorite field trip, because it basically consists of walking up a giant hill with complaining children, having snack, going to the extremely windy beach, and going home... and this time was no different. It was, though, an absolutely beautiful day, and it made me want to go hiking out in the Headlands. At least I had good partners in Rosie, Marcos and Teo. Three old favorites =) So many of my favorites are graduating this year that it actually hurts to think about it. I went to graduation and nearly cried... but I didn't, which is a big step for me. Here are Ryann and Anna, two Rainbow Dolphins, at graduation:



Let's see, what else? Danielle and I went to Santa Cruz one day, just to hang out at the beach. I didn't get to see her much this summer because she was running Aim High. We hung out on the beach all day and then went to the Boardwalk after 5:00, when the rides are all only one ticket each, which we didn't realize. It was a nice surprise, being able to go on 11 rides with the tickets we bought instead of only two! We went on the Cave Train (I had to drag her), and one of the upside-down rides, and the pirate ship and the sky chair and of course the Giant Dipper. We didn't use all our tickets, but it was immensely satisfying nonetheless. Mom and Dad and I went down to Santa Cruz a couple weeks ago, too, to hang out with Uncle Paul for the day and have dinner. That was nice. He just remodeled his house and it looks incredible and completely different, yet somehow still totally feels like Uncle Paul. He gave me a wine rack that came from his childhood home in LA. It's pretty awesome.

I also went to Sonoma by myself for two days last week, just to be in the sun for awhile. It was great. No one was around and I could swim and read and watch silly tv shows all I wanted. It felt like the perfect summery thing to do.

The one thing that absolutely sucked about this summer was that we didn't go to Camp. It was awful, not going, and I don't ever want to not go again, although I'm sure it will probably happen. I think we decided to go next year, though, even if it's just me and Mom and Dad. Not going to Camp is like not having a part of my soul or something. It's just not right. I don't like to think about it.

Last weekend was Diane Blattner's wedding to Shawn in Sonoma, which was fun in a low-key sort of way, and meant that Whitney was in town, and David and Jessica and Willa came down for it after their vacation in Oregon. And Jonah just moved to San Francisco too, to teach at a new private high school in Marin! Between the wedding and Taylor moving back in to our house before he goes travelling in Asia for two months (he quit his job at Dreamworks!), I've seen a lot of family recently. Taylor, Tobin, Jonah, and Michael Selvidge and I went and saw Superbad the other night, which was absolutely hilarious. I've seen a lot of movies with Tobin this summer, which is awesome. He's a good movie buddy.

Now I have to go back to LA the day after tomorrow and I don't want to at all. Yes, it will be nice to see people, and Jack and Kevin will both be there, which is a step up from last year, but man... do I really have to? I just want to stay here in my beautiful city forever. Not looking forward to it. Bother.

How are all of you?

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a rare holiday

HAPPY HARRY POTTER DAY!!

I, for one, CANNOT WAIT for the final book to come out. And don't any of you dare tell me what happens... I'll be done with it by Sunday so I'll know soon enough and I don't want it ruined!

YAY!

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surely the beginning of something big

I would like to take a moment to point you all in the direction of a dear friend's dream, which has (started to) come true: Tim has become a published film critic. Tim is easily the best writer I know in person, and for years he has written amazing movie reviews on his blog, so the fact that someone has taken notice makes me very happy. As long as he doesn't get all pretentious on me*, or start seeing movies with a flashlight to take notes, I say go forth and conquer the world of criticism. Here is review #2.

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*Oh wait... Tim has been pretentious since the day he was born.

lots of things! lots of things! DONE WITH CYCLE CREWING

Before I tell you about Alfred Ortega, I must pause to tell you about my new baby:



This is Cody. He is a dark gray Toyota Matrix and he is named for a Jack Kerouac novel, because his license plate doesn't have any letters that can really be forced into a name, the way Enx0's did. The letters in Cody's license plate are YQS. Nothing nice can come of those letters. I got him over Spring Break, after Carol and Lyssa and I drove up the coast in one last great Enx0 roadtrip. Enx0 is at home with my parents now, and I think he'll like it there better, because all the driving I do in LA didn't really agree with him and he kept breaking down. Besides, he's a San Francisco car at heart, just like I'm a San Francisco person at heart. I do miss him, though. Cody is very fast and zippy, but Enx0 is an old friend with fond memories.

No, it is NOT weird that I personify my cars with names! Really!

So anyway, on to our Alfred Ortega shoot.

I think I should give you a brief description of the plot of the movie, just because otherwise you'll have no idea what I'm talking about. So. Alfred Ortega is an immortal. He comes bursting into a church looking for a preist who had been alive a long time ago, hoping to receive his last rites so he can try to kill himself. Instead he meets another priest, Father Vidal, who takes him into the confessional to hear his story. Alfred tells him about how he is immortal, and how he had used his life to be a great soldier until he fell in love with a woman named Esmeralda, who died tragically in childbirth. After she died Alfred went into hiding and became a hermit until he couldn't stand it any longer and decided to try to kill himself, at which point he came to the church. Father Vidal tries to calm him down and tells him the story of Simeon, who lived a very long life and could not die until he fulfills his destiny. He tells Alfred that things are the same for him. Alfred takes this to heart and goes to comfort a Weeping Woman who is mourning the death of her husband in the church. The implied ending is that Alfred accepts his fate and trusts that he will die when God decides he should.

We were screwed to begin with, because week 4 of Cycle 3 had five teams shooting as opposed to the usual four, so the cinematographers had smaller crews, which is never a good thing on these projects. To add to that, thesis scripts were due from everybody who wrote one the day after we shot, so the majority of the directors and producers weren't so keen on crewing the whole weekend. So we had a very, very small crew, but guess what? It didn't matter. My crew was fantastic-- I had Richard gaffing for me, Chris Burgon key gripping, David best boying, and Monika ACing. We did just fine without the extra person. Hurray for rising above your troubles and all that.

We shot the first two days on AFI's campus, on the soundstage for the first day and part of the second day, and also down the hill in the grotto area and near the stairs. The first day was entirely confessional scenes, in a confessional that BreAnn, our production designer, built on the stage. I really like the stuff we shot in the confessional. We had just one "lightbulb" as the source in there, on the priest's side of the confessional, and that meant we could do fun criss-crossy things on Alfred's face:





The second day we shot all our flashbacks, like Esmeralda's death scene:



in which Letia and Bre got to pour food coloring and Karo syrup all over our actors:



And Alfred's soldier flashbacks:



And the scene where he and Esmeralda fall in love:



On Monday and Tuesday we were at Westminster Presbyterian Church in Pasadena, which is gorgeous and looks more like a cathedral than a church. Most of the stuff in the church was just between Alfred and Father Vidal, with the Weeping Woman in one scene. Oh, and we did one more flashback, in a room off the main sanctuary of the church. Oh wait, two more flashbacks. Geez, where is my mind? One of the flashbacks, which we did in the lowest room of the bell tower, was basically my favorite shot of the movie: it's Alfred hiding from his pain after Esmeralda dies. I loved it... and of course, it got cut.





And yes, in that photo I am wearing my brand new AFI Cinematography hat, which says "Killa Cam" on the back, because that is what people have taken to calling me for some reason-- maybe because it sounds like an awesome rapper name. It's Richard's fault... he took the idea and ran with it.

Anyway, because I'm kind of sick of talking about it, here's some other stuff we did in the church. Oh, are you tired of pictures? Too bad!


(Alfred about to comfort the Weeping Woman)


(Letia and Bre standing in as Alfred and Esmeralda)

You get the idea. Overall, I was really happy with how everything went with our set. I'm mostly happy with what I did-- I don't think it was all that gutsy, the style we went with, but I am happy with how we pulled it off. The story got complicated and then we tried to make it simpler, and it ended up with lots of plot holes, but that's ok. People seemed to like it ok in Narrative Workshop. There were some who didn't dig the whole religious thing, and some who just didn't really get it, but for the most part people liked it. And people seemed to like in particular what I did, which makes me really happy, because I definitely need reminding of why the hell I'm here sometimes.

Oh, and I have to say, I'm really proud of Richard. This was the first time he'd ever gaffed, and I think he did a great job. I made him gaffer because my first two gaffers both kind of had an "I'm better than you" attitude, and I knew Richard wouldn't. I wanted the movie dark, and I told him not to let me fear the darkness, because I know I always chicken out with stuff like that. He was great. He knew just what I was going for and went there with me. So, not that Richard reads this, but thanks, kiddo.

OK, I actually have homework to do, now that CYCLE PROJECTS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER WITH. I spent the whole last weekend on night shoots, gaffing a black and white noir sort of comedy in a dry cleaner's. Weird, right? Yes. So now I have stuff to do. But, I'll leave you with a couple more pictures, just because they're funny, of me wearing a Steadicam rig in class last Thursday and of my section of the cinematography class with the Steadicam operators who came in to show us the rigs:





Oh, and two random movie recommendations: Fay Grim is really funny, and Year of the Dog is also really funny but in a completely different sort of way. Both kind of obscure, but worth it if you want to laugh. Oh, and Hot Fuzz is hilarious! The uptight cop guy reminded me of a certain former roommate of mine if he had been a British cop!

-Cam

alive and kicking

I have no good excuses for why I haven't written for so long. Why is it that when my life is dull and nothing happens to me (like the entire year I was working at Pacific Primary) I write pracitcally every day, but when things are actually going on in my life that people might want to hear about, I stop writing almost completely? Please forgive me for being so lame. I have been rather busy.

I suppose let's start right after my last entry of substance, which I believe was right before Kevin came to visit. Kevin, as some of you know, came to LA to visit and interview at AFI. He was here during my prep week for Cycle 3, which was a bit of a wash as far as prep weeks go because of all the fun people who were in town. So anyway, Kevin showed up Thursday night after our cinematography tech class. I picked him up and it was so nice to see him! So good to see someone from what I still think of as my "real" life, that is, my pre-AFI life. He came to class with me the next day, to Narrative Workshop in the morning and then to Bill Dill at night, with his interview in between. Kevin is very hard to read sometimes, especially when he's being purposefully vague, so I'm not exactly sure how he feels about going to AFI at the moment, but I really hope he does. I think he's just what the place needs. Anyway, we also went out to lunch with Li-Wei and Steve one day, and went to dinner with a bunch of people and Jim (!) on Sunday night. Jim was in town to help Kevin Richey out with a commercial he was shooting. It was most excellent to see Jim too. He's doing really well in Montana and loves the school he's teaching at (MSU Bozeman) and the kids he teaches. Seems like the perfect fit for him, although of course we all wish he were closer to us... but what can you do.

Kevin left early Monday morning, which is about when Taylor called me saying he'd missed his flight home from New York, where he was visiting his sort-of girlfriend, and he had to change flights and do a layover for 6 hours in LA, and did I want to hang out for awhile in the middle of the night? Inconvenient, especially since I had an early-morning location scout the next day, but I hadn't seen Taylor since Christmas break and I missed him, so I said I'd pick him up and he could crash at our apartment for awhile. So I went back to LAX for the third time in four days and picked him up at midnight on Monday. He came and saw where I live and slept on the air mattress for awhile, and then a cab picked him up and took him back to the airport. Unnecessary, maybe, but it was really nice to see him.

Taylor, by the way, is currently in New Zealand making me jealous about how he has the time and money to travel the world and I do not. His blog has some pretty amazing pictures on it, and his Flickr page has even more. It doesn't help, either, that Jack just got back from Australia. I don't know what it is about Taylor going cool places that inspires that ultimate sort of wanderlust in me, but it does, and now all I can think about is what sort of places I might be able to afford to go this summer. The answers, unfortunately, are places like Oregon, where I have lots of places to stay for free... but that's not so bad. I would really like to go camping, actually. Real camping, in Yosemite or somewhere like that. And I might get to go to Montana to videotape Letia's wedding, which would be lots of fun. That depends on a lot of different things, though.

So anyway, Kevin left, Jim left, Taylor left, and things were back to normal for about two days until Carl and Lyssa came for Spring Break! We had the best time. They got in pretty late on Friday night, after Bill Dill. I brought Steve to the airport to surprise them, which was fun because it worked! Plus it gave Steve a little more time to hang out with them than he would have had otherwise. On Saturday morning we got up as early as we could stand and went to Disneyland! The day started off with a bang when the 20-someting parking attendant let us into the parking lot for free instead of paying $11. We decided that it was probably because we were a car full of girls with big boobs, as evidenced by the fact that before he let us in the lot he looked at my chest and asked what my shirt said. So, hurray boobs!

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Disneyland was great fun, despite the fact that we were there on a Saturday and the lines were ridiculous. I think we only actually ended up going on six rides: the Haunted Mansion (one of my favorites), Pirates of the Caribbean, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, Peter Pan's Flight (my all-time favorite), the Matterhorn, and Space Mountain, which had been temporarily redone to include lots of flashy neon lights and a Red Hot Chili Peppers soundtrack. We waited in line for Space Mountain for about an hour and a half, stuck behind 5 insufferably stupid 14 year old girls, but it was all worth it in the end. I had forgotten how great a ride it was, since the last time I was at Disneyland it was closed. Oh, also we tried on silly hats! Observe:

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So, in the end we spent a lot of time in line at Disneyland, but it was worth it. We had a great time. And I even got a new Nightmare Before Christmas sweatshirt =)

Will and Steve came over to hang out on Saturday night, but all of us except Will were completely exhausted, so we didn't do a whole lot other than lazing around talking. I wish they had all gotten to see each other more, but I guess we didn't plan that part of the trip well. They needed another day in LA to see people.

On Sunday we woke up around 9 and left to drive up the coast, stopping on the way to buy giant sunglasses in order to achieve our Thelma & Louise sunglasses-and-hair-scarves styling plan for the drive:

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It was very important that we look totally awesome and ridiculous. We drove out to Malibu and Highway 1 and we were on our way to San Francisco! Hurrah. I absolutely love introducing people who have never been to California to the state. Lyssa and Carol were completely in love with the scenery and were not too cool to exclaim over it repeatedly.

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But, ok, more about that tomorrow, and cycle 3 and all that, because I'm totally zonked and I have to wake up to do color correction before set tomorrow. Oh right, did I mention that I AM DONE WITH CYCLE PRODUCTION???? Cause I am! Well, with my own projects at least. I still have two more weeks of crewing, but whatever. Easypeasy. Night.

-cam

winter blues

I don't know why I decided to post this photo; it just seemed fitting, somehow. Maybe because I finally talked to Joey for the first time since he's been back.

As a film student, you forget how much January and February usually suck. You have the usual slew of directing projects and, if you're lucky, you have a three-weekend major grant to take up all your time, energy, and creativity. I hardly noticed the last three Januaries and Februaries because it's the busiest time of the year for film kids. And now that I have none of that to focus on, this time of year turns out to be really, really boring. Sure, you have... um... Groundhog Day to look forward to. But dear god, if something interesting doesn't happen soon, I might just have to pull a Joey and wander off to South America or something. I've always wanted to go to Argentina.

The one vaguely interesting thing that's happening is that tomorrow night Larkin and Alex are doing the music round at trivia. There have been about 45 emails amongst us today honing the list down to less than 20, so that might be fun. In any case, it will be something other than reading online news and watching movies all night.

Don't hate me because I'm lame. In a former life, I was kind of interesting.

I have to say, my friends (especially all of you who read this thing) have been pretty awesome about Pogo dying. It seems like everyone knows how it feels to lose a pet, and that's weirdly comforting somehow. Marc Lummis even called and left me a message to say he was sorry. Marc Lummis! He who rarely communicates! So that's all been very nice, and thanks, guys.

The one nice thing about Pogo's death was that we didn't have to put her to sleep. I hate doing that, and although I completely understand that it's often necessary to make the pain stop for a pet, I don't like the idea of ending a life prematurely. While I would never have let her suffer, it makes me feel much better that she died naturally, and that she lived her complete life. Does that make sense? David Sedaris has a piece about putting pets to sleep and how painful it is in Me Talk Pretty One Day, which is one of my favorite books, and when I read it for the first time I just cried and cried and cried. Another oddly therepeutic book, should you ever lose a kitty, is The Best Cat Ever by Cleveland Amory. I cried there, too, because I read it right after Penny died, when I was 13. I related to it so much that I wrote an essay about it for my application to Lick... so in a way, Penny got me into high school. Anyway, I've kind of come to terms with the fact that it was time for Pogo to go, and that she'll never really be gone. Sometimes it almost feels like she's sitting next to me on the couch.

So goodnight.

P.S. Want to know how boring I am? The highlight of my night tonight was during Jon Stewart's interview with Randy The Judge from American Idol on The Daily Show, and Randy said "Did you see the show where [Simon] walked out on us?" and Jon Stewart said "I don't watch the show." Jon Stewart, you are the most amazing person alive.

my Pogo

Yesterday morning, around 6:35, my kitty Pogo died. We were both lying on the floor by the heater, which is what we do in the morning because it's the warmest spot in the house. I think she just went to sleep, warm and cozy, and didn't wake up. When I got up to take a shower I went to pet her and she was dead.

I know a lot of people who have lost parents, spouses, and friends in the last year, and I know that the death of a human being who is close to you must be absolutely devastating. I know all this, but still, I hope that no one thinks I'm being frivolous or melodramatic when I say this: it feels like I've lost my best friend.

We got Pogo in the spring of 1989, when I was in kindergarten. My mom and I brought her home from the SPCA, and we thought she was a boy until her first visit to the vet. We named her Pogo because she boinged around all over the place, like a pogo stick. She liked to chase strings and attack my hair, but she was also a cuddly kitty who was not at all afraid of people. She loved tuna and pork loin and really any meat that humans normally eat. She got fat one summer while we were at Camp, and stayed nice and fat right up until she got sick about a year ago. We called her Pugs and Pogopotamus. Her favorite game was playing Pat Pat at the top of the stairs, and she would loudly demand to play it whenever possible. She loved Christmas and sitting under the Christmas tree, climbing ladders, sitting in boxes, and hiding in bags. She liked to sit on things, like papers and sweatshirts, or my homework, when possible. The more you needed to use it, the more she would sit on it. She would push my door open in the middle of the night and sleep on my bed, usually right on my pillow or directly next to my face.

More than anything, Pogo liked to be with us. She never just sort of sat on your lap; she would sit right on your chest and sometimes stretch out a paw and touch your face, just to make sure you were hers. She hated it when we left, and would sit next to our packed suitcases and cry as we got ready to go on vacation. She would be waiting at the top of the stairs when we got home. When she was sick, all she wanted was to be petted and snuggled.

The best thing about Pogo was that she was always there, and she was always ready to make you feel better when you were blue. Purrs were in no short supply with her. I don't really remember life without her, at least not specifically. I remember events from before kindergarten, obviously, but I don't remember how it feels to not have a Pogo. If yesterday and today are any indication, it completely sucks.

We burried her in a box, because she liked boxes so much, and we burried some Christmas tree branches with her, so that she would always be sitting under the Christmas tree. I painted a stone marker for her; I used my favorite stone from when I was a kid, one that was perfectly flat on one side and perfectly round on the other. She's in a sunny part of the garden, right next to Penny, our kitty who died when I was in 8th grade, so they will forever be in the sun.

I will miss her meows and her snuggles and her soft, soft fur, and how she would keep me company every morning next to the heater. She was a great friend, and a perfect cat, the likes of which we'll never find again.

Sleep softly, my Pogo Bear. I love you.




Comments:

Adam PB: Fuck. I am sorry to read this. Kitty cats should be made so the death feature is optional.

Don't worry too much about feeling melodramatic. I cried more over the death of my cat than I did for all the humans I've lost combined. Species is irrelevant, it's your kitty, dammit.

The Book of Romans says there's a heaven for animals...


Ellen: Man, I'm so sorry. I've been through that, and it just sucks. Take comfort in the fact that you were able to be there with her, and don't feel bad that the loss of a pet could make you so upset. I think most people with pets will tell you that they love their pets more than they love most of their friends, and losing that is really, really hard.


denali_99755: :(

i have a kitty who will probably go pretty soon. and likely i won't be there. but given my ability to deal with that kind of thing, the distance might be a blessing.

i don't think you're being melodramatic at all. losing a good kitty is like losing the most loyal, unconditional friend you could ever have.



Min: Goodbye Pogo, I'm glad I met you once.